Atrox

He was syupposed to protect me, but that wasn't all that happened between us. But unexpected things happened and things changed. But is it a good thing? Can we really be more? Maybe, but bad things were gonna happen first.

Excerpt:
When Charles arrives I'm ready to go. He was dressed in a black suit, his gun and a purple shirt, no tie. I was in my normal skinny jeans, slightly big long sleeved tee. My favorite gray boat shoes with no socks. I kicked them off in every class so I wasn't worried about sweaty feet.
"So, what are you going to do while I am in class?"
"I'll be inside the door to one side observing. Halfway through the class I'll step out to check the halls for any obvious trouble. After class please don't leave without me. Stay at your seat I'll come to you. You can stand but don't leave your seat, okay?"
"Okay. You know, my dad was wanting to keep me safe from jocks and bullies not terrorists or something." he chuckles.
"I know but safe practices at all times. If the extra precaution is never necessary it's really not inconvenienced anyone."
"True. I'm thinking that you being around, no one is going to notice I'm even alive. I kind of like that. I'll go from class to class and to the library without anyone getting in my face or anything. You'll look like a plain clothed security guard for the college just making his rounds."